I Believe In Signs....what We Need To

Hold The Hand Of The Child Within You. For This Child, Nothing Is Impossible.

If You Say It Was The "last" Time, It Might Well Turn Out To Be The Last. What You Meant Was "the Most Recent Time I Was Here".

She Didn't Need To Understand The Meaning Of Life; It Was Enough To Find Someone Who Did, And Then Fall Asleep In His Arms And Sleep As A Child Sleeps, Knowing That Someone Stronger Than You Is Protecting You From All Evil And All Danger

After All, What Is Happiness? Love, They Tell Me. But Love Doesn't Bring And Never Has Brought Happiness. On The Contrary, It's A Constant State Of Anxiety, A Battlefield; It's Sleepless Nights, Asking Ourselves All The Time If We're Doing The Right Thing. Real Love Is Composed Of Ecstasy And Agony.

You Still Haven't Managed To Heal The Scars Left By Some Of The Injustices Committed Against You In Your Life And It Doesn't Do You Any Good. All It Does Is Feed A Constant Desire To Feel Sorry For Yourself, Because You Were The Victim Of People Stronger Than You. Or Else It Makes You Go To The Other Extreme And Disguise Yourself As An Avenger Ready To Strike Out At The People Who Hurt You. Isn't That A Waste Of Time?...it Is Human, But It's Not Intelligent Or Reasonable.